There's nothing like the sick pleasure of saying something, that one thing that can make a person feel so absolutely horrible about themselves. That one thing that will humiliate them in front of everybody. That sick and evil sinister pleasure of victory at the expense of another.
Hate helps drive you, fills your blood with tainted adrenaline, a quick fix to strength, a solution that only causes more problems. Gives you focus, meaning, an obstacle to conquer, a target to destroy.
You become the judge, the jury, the executioner.
Lucifer's mask, his vehicle, his hand.
You are justified, you are the oppressed, toppling a tyranny.
Smile.
Blind, you are malice afloat with angel's wings.